It's not even that the words are all that funny, but the dismissive horror in his voice, and something inherently funny about the word commune, altogether makes Jedao throw his head back in a warm, deep laugh. The boat drifts for a few moments as Jedao just hangs on the steering pole, looking up at the shimmering curtains of auroras in the bright sunlight.
"What it means is, when I'm finished here, for few decades at least, I will very graciously allow him to set me up with my own damn house and my own damn garden, preferably somewhere convenient to the spaceport, on the same planet as, but at least half a continent away from, his fucking idyllic baby commune slash galactic military headquarters. That way I can pop in and spoil my brothers and get magic lessons from his very pretty husband, and then leave again."
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Date: 2025-02-13 02:07 pm (UTC)"What it means is, when I'm finished here, for few decades at least, I will very graciously allow him to set me up with my own damn house and my own damn garden, preferably somewhere convenient to the spaceport, on the same planet as, but at least half a continent away from, his fucking idyllic baby commune slash galactic military headquarters. That way I can pop in and spoil my brothers and get magic lessons from his very pretty husband, and then leave again."